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✦ salvation | absolution - 3.1k | twoshot | explicit
(Logan x chubby!f!reader) Logan would worship your body for hours if you’d let him. He can’t help but prolong your pleasure before finding his own. He once told you that it’s because you deserve it so much more than he does.
misc.
✦ kinktober 2024 - masterlist | explicit
✦ stay at home dad logan - headcanons | fluff, sfw
✦ home (logan x wade x reader) - drabble | suggestive
fields of mistria
march x f!farmer
✦ carry me home - 3.8k | oneshot | mature
It didn’t matter how his steely gaze had gentled like molten ore these last few weeks. It didn’t matter that the few times the farmer couldn’t avoid March completely, his words didn’t have the same bitter edge they had that first season in Mistria. Maybe that was just her imagination, anyway. Wishful thinking, she told herself. So, when Olric asked Ariana to help him and his brother out at the forge, she tried not to get her hopes up. Or; a rewrite of the four-heart cutscene where March helps the farmer home after she sprains her ankle at the forge. Then, they finally confront their feelings.
march x f!reader
✦ something beautiful - 4.2k | oneshot | explicit
You felt March smile against your lips at the shudder he sent through you. You melted like a piece of ore on the anvil beneath him, and you hoped he would shape you into something beautiful. Or; you discover you have a praise kink. March indulges you and takes your virginity in the process.
✦ touch starved - 2.1k | oneshot | explicit
March was touch-starved. But he preferred the sting in his eyes when your face fell as he pulled away from you to the ache in his heart when he let himself hold you. At least, that’s how it was at first.
✦ vampire!march au - wip (eventual series) | sfw for now
hayden x f!reader
✦ sugarplum - 1.6k | oneshot | explicit
“You know I’m not done with you, right, baby doll?” His voice was rough, breath tickling your cheek as he ground up into you. You nodded, knowing how ruined he’d have you by the time the night was over. Or; you had a long day. Hayden helps you unwind.
— other fandoms.
✦ anders x non-mage!hawke - headcanon/drabble | sfw
— sugarplum (hayden x f!reader)
masterlist | ao3
summary: you had a long day. hayden helps you unwind.
“You know I’m not done with you, right, baby doll?” His voice was rough, breath tickling your cheek as he ground up into you. You nodded, knowing how ruined he’d have you by the time the night was over.
notes: explicit, f!farmer, soft dom!hayden, light punishment, light spanking (extremely light, it's basically a pat on the boob), oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie
word count: 1,645
Hayden could always tell when you needed to unwind. That’s how you ended up feeling the warmth of the fireplace and the plush cushions beneath your bare thighs as he ate you out on his couch. His tongue lapped at your core, dripping with his saliva and your own arousal. His nose teased at your swollen clit as he worked you towards your climax, the vibrations of his animalistic grunts against your pussy spurring you on.
Hayden hadn’t even taken his pants off yet, and you were naked beneath him, vulgar whimpers escaping your lips. He loved how you tasted, how you went boneless the moment he took your chin between his fingers and asked if you needed to let go for a little while. And your man was more than happy to give you exactly what you wanted.
“Hayden, Hayden, Please-” You cried, fingers gripping hard at his hair.
He looked up to respond, and you moaned at the loss of his sweet lips and tongue. He pushed two fingers into your aching hole in consolation.
“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”
You moaned your assent, his finger hitting that spot inside that made you see stars. The tension in your belly coiled and coiled and when he returned his mouth to your center, kissing and sucking at your clit, the thread snapped and you cried out.
“That’s right sweetheart, so good for me, ain’t that right?”
When you tried to say yes, all that came out was a warbled keen. His fingers kept working you past your orgasm, delightfully overwhelming. Hayden’s lips ghosted sweet kisses across your inner thighs as you came down from your peak.
His hands found your ass as he flipped you around to straddle him, your cunt moistening his worn denim. He captured your lips, and you could taste yourself on him, salty and warm.
“You know I’m not done with you, right, baby doll?” His voice was rough, breath tickling your cheek as he ground up into you. You nodded, knowing how ruined he’d have you by the time the night was over.
His fingers found your pussy again, pumping in and out of you in a way he knew would have you clenching around him in just a few minutes. One hand cupped your breast, his mouth finding your taut nipple, teeth biting, then tongue soothing. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt him fill you with those large fingers, aching delightfully from the impact.
Hayden tutted, “Eyes open, sugarplum.” The command in his voice was so juxtaposed with the pet name. “Want you to look me in the eye when I make you come. Can’t have you forgettin’ those manners, can we darlin’?”
He slapped your tit lightly in reprimand, barely more than a pat, and you moaned.
“‘M sorry, Hade.”
The hand fingering you sped up to a punishing pace, and you had to fight to keep your eyes open and locked on his.
“Now come on and lemme feel that pretty pussy come on my fingers, alright, honey?”
You whined, already bordering on overstimulated even though this would only be your second climax. He could play you like a fiddle.
“I know you can do it, love bug. Just one more. Then I’ll let you feel my cock, hmm? That’s what you want, ain’t it?”
Nodding, every filthy word shooting lightning down your belly, you couldn’t help but let your eyes falter for just a moment too long as you tumbled over the edge of your orgasm. You felt rough hands grab either side of your cheek, startling your eyes open.
“Now that’s not very polite, is it, baby doll?” He looked at you with eyes filled not with disappointment, but with mirth. You liked when he had to punish you.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, didn’t mean to-”
He smiled up at where you sat; his fingers stilled to a stop inside you. “I know, sweet girl, but a rule’s a rule, ain’t it?”
You nodded, ready for whatever penance he had in mind. His discipline was never very unpleasant. You liked rules, guidelines to follow, feeling lost without the tenets of the adventurer’s guild. And he liked to wring each last drop of pleasure from your body until every thought left that pretty little head and all you remembered was his name.
Hayden splayed his arms out over the back of the couch, a smirk playing at his lips.
“On your knees, baby doll.”
You eagerly complied. He always spent so long overstimulating, fingering, eating you out before he put his cock inside. It wasn’t often that you got to feel your mouth get thoroughly used by your man.
“Keep those hands behind your back, darlin’. Unless you want me to tie ‘em up.”
Hayden unzipped his pants and roughly pushed them down to his ankles while you waited patiently, hands behind your back, eyes angled up towards him sweetly. His cock sprung up to his belly, speckled with dark hair. His hands found your hair and pulled your lips roughly around his hard length, the tip flushed and leaking.
Hayden was a large man, tall and broad. He was well endowed, to say the least. His cock was a stretch even in your pussy, and your jaw had to work to fit him in your mouth. He eased your lips onto him until the head bumped against your throat. Tears welled in your eyes, his grip easing you back and forth. As you teased him with your lips and tongue, you could feel Hayden’s self control faltering, until he finally started rutting into your mouth. You took him like that for minutes, hands never moving, him letting you pause just enough to catch your breath before using your mouth for his own pleasure. You knew this was meant to be a punishment, but it had you soaking his carpet with your arousal. When he was finally getting close, he forced you off his cock with a slick pop.
“Mmm, you made it up so good to me, sugarplum.”
His hands laced through your hair so gently. You knew gentle wasn’t how he was about to fuck you. He knelt down before you on the floor, breath hot on your ear.
“But you know I couldn’t finish in that pretty mouth of yours. I’m gonna come in that sweet little pussy.”
You let out a ragged breath. Hayden pushed you both down to lie on the floor, the fireplace crackling like your desire. He crawled atop you, cock pressed against your navel.
“P- please-”
“Mmm, you want it, baby?”
You nodded frantically, “Please, Hayden, please-” Your voice trembled with raw need, cunt throbbing while your plea hung in the air.
Sometimes he made you beg for it, made you say exactly what you wanted. But today he was aching to be inside you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder so he’d be able to angle himself real deep, just how you liked it.
Hayden aligned himself at your entrance, using your hips to hold himself steady, making you whine when his tip slid against your clit. You were so wet for him, desperate to feel him filling you up, desperate to find even more of your own pleasure. When he finally thrusted into you, it was agonizingly slow. If you asked him to go any faster, he’d say he didn’t wanna hurt you. But you knew he just liked to tease you, elongating this moment of taking you. Since begging would do you no good, you whined.
When Hayden pushed at your walls, it was always snug. Today was no different; tears welling in your eyes from the white-hot pleasure.
Hayden’s thumb gently wiped away your tears as he started moving roughly within you.
“Don’t cry, baby doll. Does it feel good?”
He knew the damn answer.
Your response was breathless. “Y-yes! Mmm, Hayden, feels s-” you whimpered as his length found the sweet spot inside you before continuing. “F- feels so good!”
Your mind was filled with the sounds of your wetness squelching as he moved within you, the bolt of pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside, the slap of his balls against your ass as his hips met yours. His thumb circled your swollen clit, milking your climax out of you with a cry. You felt your walls spasm against his cock, buried deep. Your eyes never left Hayden’s as he fucked you through your orgasm. He gently cupped your jaw as he rammed into your aching cunt.
“That’s right, sweet girl, feels so good coming on my cock. That’s my girl, that’s it.” His praise was sweet as honey. His words turned to moans and his hips stuttered out, his cock buried deep within you, when he finally came with a cry. You felt his hot seed deep inside, marking you, claiming you.
Hayden sighed and laid down on his back, pulling you on top of him while he slid from your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head in the crook of his neck. The aroma of wood-smoke and soil filled your nostrils, his hands drawing slow circles on your back.
“You take my cock so good, baby. So good for me.”
You smiled, boneless atop him, and thoroughly blissed out.
When you didn’t respond, you felt Hayden’s fingers worry at your hair.
“You alright, darlin’?”
You nodded into his shoulder. “Yeah, Hayden. More than alright.”
All the tension from your day, the ache in your shoulders from weeding your fields, the scrape on your knee from your trip to the mines, it all melted away when Hayden took care of you like this.
“Thank you, baby. I feel a lot better.”
Hayden smiled into the top of your head, kissing softly.
“Anything for my girl.”
a/n: omg i couldn't get dom!hayden out of my head!! i had so much fun writing this!! i would be remiss if i didn't mention that soo much inspiration for their dynamic came from @eupheme's delicious logan fics! i'm stuck with covid right now, so i binged them HARD. i soo wanted to indulge myself and see what hayden might be like in this sort of dynamic. if there is one thing i know about hayden, it is that he can FUCK!!!
au where march and olric are vampires but instead of blood olric gets the iron he needs from eating rocks
— touch starved march x f!reader | masterlist
synopsis:
March was touch-starved. But he preferred the sting in his eyes when your face fell as he pulled away from you to the ache in his heart when he let himself hold you. At least, that’s how it was at first.
a/n: this was meant to be a drabble in response to a request for more march smut, but i got a little bit carried away!
notes/warnings: smut below the cut (18+ only mdni), magically protected unprotected p i v, oral sex (f. receiving), come eating, slight angst, porn with feelings, happy ending
word count: 2.1k
When you first got together, March wasn’t much of a cuddler. He was touch starved, sure, and his hands were glued to your form during your couplings. Squeezing your breasts, your hips, your thighs as he moved inside you. Fingers tangled in their grip on your hair while he fucked you hard and deep. He could write that contact off as mere attraction. As casual sex. That wasn’t what he was afraid of.
But the feeling that bloomed deep in his chest when he held you after your trysts? That terrified him. So did the way his heart hammered within his ribcage as his eyes followed you down his street, your worn boots heavy against the stone as you marched towards him at his anvil. It used to annoy him, the way you seemed to stomp everywhere. You didn’t do it out of anger, but out of some childish carelessness that he didn’t understand.
“I wont hurt the stone, will I? I’m not that strong! It’s just how I walk!” you had told him one day, laughing. That annoyance had melted into a fondness that he didn’t want to acknowledge. He didn’t want to acknowledge the way his lips tugged upwards in a smile when he saw you tread softly across the grass of the town’s gardens, or as you carefully snaked your way through the fields on your farm as he watched you water the crops each morning.
He stood by the window, when he woke up in your farmhouse. He’d mumble something about being too tired to walk home as he lay in your bed the night before, turning his back to you before drifting off to the sound of your breathing. He’d wake up to a cold bed, padding across the wooden floor to admire you through panes of glass, head peeking out from behind your half-drawn curtains. Quickly darting back into cover whenever you turned towards the farmhouse.
March was touch-starved. But he preferred the sting in his eyes when your face fell as he pulled away from you to the ache in his heart when he let himself hold you. At least, that’s how it was at first.
During your first winter together, you huddled under his covers, warming up after the walk from your farm. You were shivering. He didn’t like the way your hands looked a little bloodless when you took off your mittens. So he warmed your freezing fingers with his own. He didn’t pull away when you pressed against the warmth of his body in his bed. Logically, he knew your chill wasn’t dangerous. The crisp air wasn’t cold enough to cause any real damage— the wind was just especially bad that day.
But as he saw you made weak with the cold, his headstrong farmer with the booming steps and the warm laugh that filled any room effortlessly, something uneasy bubbled within him. He realized there was something that scared him more than the love he felt for you (because he knew deep down that it was love). What scared him most was losing you.
And as much as you wanted him (he could tell you loved him too), he could see your hope waning day by day. Each time he turned his back to you as he fell asleep. Each time he grunted in greeting instead of pulling you into a tight hug and kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Each time he insisted you infuriated him more than anyone else he had ever met (that much was true, just not in the way you thought).
And he knew that someday you would leave him. You would find someone else. Maybe Hayden, maybe Celine. Maybe one of the other eligible singles in town. You’d find someone who would give you the affection you craved. The affection you deserved. The affection he was too much of a coward to give.
Maybe you’d even leave Mistria altogether. Erase him from your life completely. Your hope that he would ever want you as anything more than a warm body to lose himself in would fade altogether. Because you didn’t realize he hadn’t just lost himself in your body. He had also lost himself in your soul.
Maybe it was good that he was a coward. Because he was too terrified of losing you to let it happen.
That winter night, once your body was finally warm against his, he didn’t pull away from where he spooned you. He traced the curve where your hips dipped into your waist. He snaked his hand beneath your sweater as you breathed his name like a prayer. Like a prayer that you never thought he would answer. But his hand cupped your breast with a tenderness that was always absent before. You tried to hide your gasp at the touch.
He finally let himself to map your body with the care it deserved. His touch was less sex and more adoration. But that didn’t stop his cock from growing hard against your ass as you writhed back into him, his fingers almost ticklish against your skin.
He finally dipped his hand into your underwear, already damp. You were desperate for him, grinding against his palm.
“I don’t just love your body.” March’s voice was a whisper as his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. “Love the rest of you, too.”
He didn’t let you answer before he slid a finger into your slick heat. His finger moved slowly at first, stretching you out at a languid pace. When he added a second, it slid in with ease. His other hand was nestled beneath you, holding tight across your front. Holding your back against his chest so there was no room between you.
“Let me get you ready, baby. Don’t wanna hurt you ever again.”
He kept stretching you out, moans falling from your lips until you found three words that had been straining to get out for minutes while he fucked you with his fingers.
“You love me?”
Your voice was coated in disbelief, in forbidden hope. He felt a dampness beneath his cheek, from where your tears had stained the pillow. He began to retract his fingers from you, pulling back so that you could face him. But you whined at the loss of contact.
“Don’t stop, March, please—” he could hear the tears in your voice before you looked behind you to meet his gaze.
March was stunned as he watched tears stain your cheeks. He wasn’t good with feelings. That was why he kept them in check, denied them, hid them. His stomach felt like it was in a free-fall. He had no clue why you were crying, but he used the edge of his palm to wipe your face, his blue sleeve made darker with your tears.
“A- are you okay?”
He cursed how weak he sounded. That he did this to you. He was trying to make things better between you. Now it seemed like he had only made them worse.
But you just smiled up at him, eyes still painting your cheeks with a glittering sheen.
“Never been better.”
Relief was like a balm. He finally let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.
You turned your back to him again. But it wasn’t the same as what he did to you every night you shared a bed. You ground your ass against his crotch, his hard-on a little softer now from his misreading of the situation.
“Need you, March,” you whined, face half-pressed against the mattress for leverage.
The need in your voice sent blood straight back to his cock. It wasn’t long before he was inside you with his cock instead of his fingers. Both your clothes were discarded somewhere in the covers, your back pressed against his chest again. Your slickness welcomed him home, sliding against his glides in and out as he fucked you soft and slow. He didn’t need to thrust hard to find that spot that had you keening. He buried his face against your hair as you took each other lazily, your hips moving back to meet each languid thrust. You smelled like lilac and fresh snow.
He told himself you wouldn’t be able to hear the words if he said them into your hair. He knew that he was lying to himself. But that didn’t stop him from chanting muffled I love you’s like a mantra.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
His pace slowed so he could move himself on top of you. He repositioned his cock, desperate to feel your heat around him once again. His elbows rested on either side of your head so he could watch your every expression as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. No words left his lips now, like you had cast a spell that he didn’t want to break. So as he rolled his hips against yours, he drank in the sight of you to the sound of your wetness and his movements within it. To the sweet little moans you made while he pleasured you.
He wanted to see your face while you came on his cock. He moved one hand down, down, down, until he could rub soft circles against your clit. You bucked up into him, urging him faster, needing more. The pace of his finger matched that of his thrusts as he brought both of you closer to the edge. He became frantic, sloppy, hips stuttering inside you while you cried out his name. He felt you clench around him while you came, and he fucked you gently through your orgasm before snapping his hips hard against yours to chase his own release.
He felt your sweet walls against his cock, bare thanks to a contraception charm from Juniper and a clear health check-up from Valen. He loved feeling your skin against his, nothing separating him from the deepest parts of you. He finished inside you with a groan, fucking his spend deeper within you as he rode out his orgasm.
His lips found yours in a tender kiss before pulling away to trace them down your body. His tongue circled your nipple, sucking gently before moving farther down. When he finally reached your center, he licked long and slow through your folds, tasting the mix of your pleasure and his. He cleaned his mess from your hole, fucking you with his tongue before moving back up to lick and suck and kiss your clit. You came against his diligent mouth, fingers tangled in his hair like a vice.
Later, he pulled you to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, letting you sit on the toilet while he warmed up the shower for you both. He hadn’t bathed with you before. Just another closeness he didn’t allow himself. As he kissed you beneath the spray of his shower-head, he promised to never hold himself back from you again.
So, when the two of you climbed beneath his covers, skin fresh and soft from your shared shower, he didn’t pull away or turn his back. He fell asleep with your head resting against his chest, heart full with the knowledge you could hear its beat. And he hoped you knew that it beat only for you.
Before you both drifted off, he heard a mumbled “I love you, too.”
Once that barrier within him was broken, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. In public, it was casual affection, a hand on the small of your back, a quick peck on the cheek. In private, he wanted to be near you whether or not you were fucking, his skin yearning for the comfort of your own. You rolled your eyes when he insisted you share the same cushion on your yellow couch while you read him adventure novels, insisting that you were too far. But he caught the way you would smile as you scooted closer and leaned into him. The light from the hearth painting your hair in warmth as you shook your head slightly and scanned the page for where you had left off.
Your shared life sprouted in little moments like that, finding comfort in each other. He wasn’t sure if he deserved you or the happiness you brought him. But he was tired of fighting it. So his lips curved into a resigned grin, and he pulled you even closer.
thank you for reading! if you enjoyed it, please let me know in the replies or reblogs!! i've been writing more for logan recently, but you can have some march as a treat :-)
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